Name - John Henry Eden
Age -29
Race - Human
description- Vault 29 jumpsuit. 6 feet tall average built agile, Blue eyes, bald.
history- Born in vault 29, growing up and joining the Twin Mothers tribe. Moved to a Village outside Vault 13.
Equipment- 10mm gun, Super Stimpak, Lil-Pip 300, from vault 29, 123 caps.

Dharok noticed the man armed in the thick steel run out beside him. He had picked up a shotgun from one of the raiders. Dharok saw that there were only two raiders left. One with a sledgehammer charging towards him and another still distracted by the rubble of another building. He shot some rounds at the raider, all missed. He then ran back into the gas station. Inside he found Trigger, holding a match. He then understood what needed to happen. "If you can get on top of one of those cars you might be able to throw the match at the gas." "I think I can cover you but you have to hurry."

: Haverson saw the man run back into the gas station. Unfortunantly this distracted him long enough for the raider to hit the side of his armor wih the full effect of the sledgehammer. Mike reeled backwards and fell on his back. The raider charged and haverson used his legs and the raiders own momentum to push him over his body. He then got up and aimed the shotgun at the raider. Mike pulled the trigger and the shotgun misfired. It was a common problem and a serious one at that. Luckily, the metel fragments missed his head and the metel armor took most of the impact...
The raider got up and mike came to the sudden realization that he had no gun,again. He scrambled at the combat knife which was stuck in the sheath in his left boot.

I stopped when Dharok said that he'd cover me while I light the gas with my only match. I nod as I saw the stranger attempt to take on the second to last raider with only a combat knife. But, I then ran over to a nearby vehicle and staggered to get on top of it. I then realized that the raider switched his attention back to me. I held up the only handgun I had and took a three shots at him, but all of them missed and hit the ground from my position. Standing on the abandoned vehicle, the raider rammed the side of it, and because of the tackle, I lost my footing and slipped on the rocking car.

I attempt to take aim again, but that's when I realize that the handgun flew out of my hands as I slipped, as well as the match. Dammit! I thought as I frantically searched for them, only locating the handgun, ten meters away from my position. The vehicle was rammed again, and this time I fell. I hit the ground, but my hands took most of the damage. Severely scraqed and starting to bleed, but the adreniline rush caused me to feel less pain than normal. I got up and rushed to the hand gun, but saw the match not too far away from me. I was glad that it still wasn't lit, and I picked it up hurridly, while I rushed over to the 10mm pistol.

I grab the gun, but as I turned around, I saw the raider rushing towards me, now five meters away. I took aim and shot the last four bullets, and rushed towards him. I chucked the empty gun at him, now only two meters away, and luckily, it hit him in the head. While he was blinded for the moment, I was able to rush past him and got back on the vehicle. I now knew I didn't have any weapon to use, as I used up the remaining ammo, and as for my pipe, who knows. I hope that either one of the two fighters are attempting to help...

:Haverson looked to the ground at the gasoline making a puddle around his feet. He made a quick note that his idea was flawed with the gasoline. There were only 2 raiders left and the blaze was now just as likely to kill him. He picked up his broken shotgun and hit the sledgehammer wielding raider in the back of the head with it. He did so again, and again, and again. Im sure it was enough to kill him after about 15 times or so...: